TGIF from Australia

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Hi, I don't post often... but do read every day.. Thanks to everyone,

this is a wonderful group. To Penny T in Queensland.. you are an

inspiration!! To Ken and Barb, my thoughts and prayers are with

you. My son is doing well on new meds, we have had a few

months now symptom free!! He is a very happy and healthy 18 year

old!!

Now for a little bit of Aussie humour...

Penny D (Mum of PSC/UC)

In , Australia.

Life in the Australian Army...

Text of a letter from a kid from Eromanga to Mum and Dad. (For Those

of you not in the know, Eromanga is a small town, west of Quilpie in

the far south west of Queensland)

Dear Mum & Dad,

I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil

that the Army is better than workin' on the farm - tell them to get

in bloody quick smart before the jobs are all gone! I wuz a bit slow

in settling down at first, because ya don't hafta get outta bed until

6am.

But I like sleeping in now, cuz all ya gotta do before brekky is make

ya bed and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform. No bloody cows to

milk, no calves to feed, no feed to stack - nothin'!! Ya haz gotta

shower though, but its not so bad, coz there's lotsa hot water and

even a light to see what ya doing!

At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but there's no kangaroo

steaks or possum stew like wot Mum makes. You don't get fed again

until noon and by that time all the city boys are buggered because

we've been on a route march' - geez its only just like walking to the

windmill in the back paddock!!

This one will kill me brothers Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep

getting medals for shootin' - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a

bloody possum's bum and it don't move and it's not firing back at ya

like the s did when our big scrubber bull got into their prize

cows before the Ekka last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself

comfortable and hit the target - it's a piece of piss!! You don't

even load your own cartridges, they comes in little boxes, and ya

don't have to steady yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting

truck when you reload!

Sometimes ya gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real

careful coz they break easy - it's not like fighting with Doug and

Phil and Jack and Boori and Steve and Muzza all at once like we do at

home after the muster. Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either and it

looks like I'm the best the platoon's got, and I've only been beaten

by this one bloke from the Engineers - he's 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and

three pick handles across the shoulders and as ya know I'm only 5

foot 7 and eight stone wringin' wet, but I fought him till the other

blokes carried me off to the boozer.

I can't complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick

before word gets around how bloody good it is.

Your loving daughter,

Sheila.

[Guest guest]

This is hilarious, Penny - one to pass along. (I'm getting tired of Ole and Lena jokes). Thanks for posting it!

Arne

(- and glad to hear Timmo is doing well!)

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....Now for a little bit of Aussie humour...